[Dearka, resident lives-on-a-space-station boy and self-proclaimed sand hater, barely registers the question. He's too busy gawping at the way the airborne sand is diverting around Kaworu like river water parting around a rock. He looks almost disgruntled about it.]
...How the hell are you doing that? And is it something you can teach me?
[He's actually almost positive it's not teachable, without even asking... It's probably some freaky power. He's mad jealous, though.]
storm calls
...How the hell are you doing that? And is it something you can teach me?
[He's actually almost positive it's not teachable, without even asking... It's probably some freaky power. He's mad jealous, though.]